Roll

glad to know that we’re on the same team

that old psychedeliamat chicken-head vein

true child gods never look the same

all entropomorphic like the falling of the rain

touch it touch it touch it and you take it to the world

open it up out and submit into the whirl

a couple of days off for the life/sight/form

tiny circles in the fog to keep you warm

shout it  ha!  to the shiny wheelman

sight/taste/sound from the shiny blue round hand

roll in circular time

coil up in the light and shine

night and day roll around in time

like the planet that they nurture and define

down there all the streetlights shine

shine on all the faces of the rollodon

separated from the spiral you love

straightline thrust is the demon you’re the victim of

letting little death take away your pain

sniffing hexahydroxycyclohexane

shout it  ha!  to the shiny wheelman

sense the tingle from the round blue hand

roll in circular time

roll up to the light and shine

roll